他是一位匈牙利木材商的儿子,由于从小生得呆笨,人们都喊他“木头”。12岁时,他做了一个梦,梦到有个国王给他颁奖,因为他写的字被诺贝尔看上了。当时,他把这个梦告诉了妈妈。妈妈说,假若这真是你的梦,你就有出息了!我曾听说,当上帝把一个美好的梦想放在谁心中时,他是真心想帮助谁完成的。男孩信以为真。从此他真的喜欢上了写作。三年过去了,上帝没有来;又三年过去了,上帝还是没有来。就 He is the son of a Hungarian timber merchant who has called him “Wood” due to his stupidity. When he was 12, he had a dream and dreamed of a king giving him a prize because his writing was spotlighted by Nobel. At that time, he told the dream to her mother. Mom said that if this is really your dream, you have a reward! I have heard that when God put a beautiful dream in whom, he really want to help who completed. Boy believe it. Since then he really like writing. Three years passed without God; another three years passed without God still coming. on